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“Yes,” Molly said. “We fell asleep naked, and I kind of forgot, which I shouldn’t have becauseyou’restill naked, and you’re…” Molly motioned toward her. “Perfect.”
Finley put her hand under the spray to check the water temperature and said, “I’mfarfrom perfect. And you’re gorgeous, Molly.” She nodded toward the shower. “Want to join me?”
“In the shower?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never done that.”
“Taken a shower?”
Molly laughed and said, “With another woman, no.”
“Really? Not your thing?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never asked a woman I was dating, and none of them ever asked me.”
“Do you want to maybe try it for the first time with me? I could wash your hair. There’s something about someone else washing your hair for you that’s just so nice.”
Molly nodded but didn’t say anything.
“Babe, come in with me,” she said, realizing that Molly was probably thinking about how some woman or maybe multiple women had washed Finley’s hair for her.
She held her hand out for Molly to take, which she did, pulling her arms away from her chest to do so. Finley pulled her toward herself, wrapped her arms around her waist, and held her close. She had no idea where they stood and knew things were awkward right now, but all she wanted to do was hold Molly and try to make her feel safe.
“Shower?” Molly asked, pulling out of the embrace.
“Sure,” Finley said.
She climbed in first and held out her hand for Molly to come in after. Then, they both stood under the water for a minute, with Finley slowly running her hands over Molly’s body, wishing this were their fourth or even fifth round because they’d been up having sex all night and decided to move into the shower to continue while they cleaned up. Instead, Molly looked sad, or maybe confused, and Finley knew she had put that expression there.
“Shampoo?” she asked.
Molly nodded and turned around. Finley picked up the bottle, squirted out some shampoo on her palm, and smelled Molly everywhere then. Every time they were together, Finley smelled this scent, and now, she was in the shower with this woman she was falling for, massaging her scalp to try to help ease whatever was causing Molly to make that face and to fake her orgasm earlier.
Finley had always been told that she was good at sex. Her other lovers had been more than generous in their compliments, and that included India, but maybe they were just being nice, and Finley wasn’t that good, after all. Maybe she was, but it hadn’t worked for Molly. They should talk. They should discusswhat Molly liked, what she didn’t, and how Finley could learn. Now wasn’t the right time, though. Finley hadn’t slept at all, and Molly looked exhausted, so maybe she had been fakingthat, too.
“How’s that?” she asked.
“Amazing,” Molly replied in a hushed voice that had her turned on.
Finley tried to pushthatthought out of her mind, too. She couldn’t get turned on right now. This was about them reconnecting and enjoying each other, not about sex. When she finished massaging, she helped Molly rinse the soap from her hair and couldn’t resist pulling her back against her own body. She wrapped her arms around Molly’s waist and placed her chin on Molly’s shoulder. Molly’s hands landed on her arms, and she rubbed them back and forth as hot water rushed over them. Then, Molly’s hand lifted Finley’s and moved it to cover her heart. Finley smiled and nuzzled her face into Molly’s neck, kissing her there.
“This feels nice,” Molly said softly. “I love when you hold me like this.”
“I love it, too,” she replied.
“Do you–” Molly leaned her head back a little onto Finley’s shoulder. “I mean, do you want to… in here?”
“Sex?”
“Yes,” Molly said.
Finley kissed Molly’s shoulder and said, “I think I always want to be touching you. I have for a while now, but specifically, since that server room kiss. My lips on yours. My hands on your body. I want that all the time now.”
“Not last night,” Molly replied.
Finley lifted her head and said, “I just came. I needed a break. Then, we fell asleep.”
